A kiss is all I ask of thee
a smile upon this face I see
tis kindly given, this lover's touch
I plead for this, seems not that much

Tis your eyes, holds this spell acast
upon my heart, it beats so fast
to taste that which lies upon your lips
some dawn rise dew, some honeyed sips.

Tis some dream that you can give to me
to feel you close, a touch tenderly
your breath upon my flesh or skin
tis now that life, my life begin.

Oh, I do ask for such favor nigh
to hear some sound, a soundless sigh
of joy and pleasure, or welcome smile
tis yes you say, your lover's wile

Weep not, there is no end in death,
I need not blood nor mortal breath,
my clothes, no longer flesh and skin,
I have increased, I now begin.

I live forever, I pity thee,
your eyes are closed, you can not see,
you cry and weep, but I weep for you,
I walk this path, my journey new.

When you come, I will hold you tight
and show you things, in opened sight.
My friend, we part, to meet again,
forget me not, I wait till then.

I love thee? But I don't know why,
the truth of this, the tears I cry,
you left, but stay with in my heart,
my sweet memory, now thou art.

My lips still taste your lover's kiss,
thy tender touch, I sadly miss,
is proof, of what once you meant,
I see you still, in dreams I dreamt.

I loved thee once, I know now why,
my heart did answer, gave this reply,
your love you shared with others too,
so now I say, I no more love you,

The land is scorched, it lays bare.
Now become a blood red dust.
It's blown by wind, everywhere.
A strength corroded, turned to rust.

Where once was love, now is hate.
I am defeated, a wearing toil.
The land, I feel It's mortal state.
Burnt and parched, infertile soil.

My blood and tears are all spent.
Forsaken, in my thoughts and fear.
Tis cooler now, the sun has set.
No clouds nor rain we've seen this year.

White apple blossoms falling free.
Dancing, swirling, playing joyfully.
Affection given lovingly.
Caressing me.
Tenderly.

In saddened eye, wells up a tear,
a shimmering glaze, crystal clear,
of heartfelt grief, it doth appear,
a drop is formed, it's birth is near.

A gentle struggle, to be free,
of eye and heart, lost love it be,
cheek caressed, it moves slowly,
down her face, touched lovingly.

A teardrop shows, a strength inside,
a depth of feeling, you need not hide.
Of soul's ocean, a cleansing tide,
to wash away, that grief denied.